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A Rehearsal |
before the real fucking horror started in my house, i remember my grandmother bought me a superman costume. i was four years old. i’d run thru the rooms, pretending i was flying, my red cape sailing behind my boy-shape. i’d always make believe i encountered a villain, tho—then injured by evil superpowers, i’d dramatically die beneath the roof while everybody else remained silent behind the doors of rooms that would eventually turn into torture chambers, so to speak.
copyright 2014
Rob
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